Chorus:] Don't sit there and cry (Bring out the fight!) Stand up and fight! (Bring out the fight!) It's all about your freedom (Bring out the fight!) Cause it's your fucking life (Bring out the fight
lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight Before we get the fighting, and Throughout
understand It's over till your buried low Oh no, she be up on the MySpace flippin' out Trippin' with strippers, you think I'm digging out Me sayin'
like (No where) [Verse 3 - Ca$his] CA$HIS!! Watch Jimmy get cracked to the floor wit a round Spun around and hit the ground You the new James Brown New
three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New
caves bringing real pain to all... leading black death to this world... creatures born from ancient fears trapped until this new mystic eclipse... this new
for my verses So lemme help niggas understand mouse Why try to fit in when you a stand out? No album but the money never ran out Beside from rap I'm
fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last 'bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta
mode y'all Yeah, yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat to the whole world What what what is going on What the fuck going on here? Check it out
for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon
Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet, turned out
you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta
's over till your buried Low Oh, No Don't me up on the myspace flippin out Trippin with strippers you think I'm digging out Me sayin that "I'll never
Flipmode y'all Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit Bomb threat to the whole world What what what is going on What the fuck going on here Check it out
Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out
on some (Who are you?) Everybody knows me I'm O to the G from my bare toes to my head see Know walk any set without a threat From east New York to
within the way Ready for the voices, to call out the other Beware of the storm... [60 Second Assassin:] Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty
